Chapter 3. The Ceremony
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She hurridly dressed herself and ran outside to meet up with her Orcan friend.
Vvardenfell lived in Bashuk's old house as Bashuk had purchased a humble abode behind Shenk's Shovel.
Bashuk was short, with greying hair and odd-looking fangs that stuck out of her mouth.
She walked outside to find Bashuk waiting by her door. Over Vvardenfell's head was a string of ampoule pods, their bluish light flowing around her house, covering it in a sapphire hue. They were probably compliments of the guards.
She walked over to the large banquet table and saw that they had also set up a platform, covered with the same Ampoule Pods. This platform was probably to be used as a platform later in the ceremony.
She could see various friends of hers placing wonderful-looking dishes on the table. Smoked scrib jelly between bread slices, scuttle with flin marinade, and Greet! Oh, her mouth watered just thinking about it. But wasn't the feast always held after the spee…
Her thoughts were cut off abruptly, and the govenor was up on the platform clearing his throat.
"Speak of the devil." She thought to herself.
"Here it comes." She whispered to Bashuk.
Bashuk giggled.
Ladies and gentlemen, males and females, lords and serfs." He started with, clearly attempting to gather everyone's attention.
"Hear, hear!" shouted the crowd back, responding to his invitation.
"We are gathered here today to give an upmost honor to out fellow townsperson, Vvardenfell, for ridding our town of that flame Antronach earlier today. Without her it would have surley destroyed out houses, then it would have gotten to us!" He said triumphantly. Clearly speechcraft was one of his best attributes. He was so sure of himself and his words came so easily!
The crowd cheered, and Vvardenfell joined her friends sitting on one of the benches surrounding the large table.
"If Vvardenfell is present, would she like to come and say a few words?" The govorner asked.
"Speech! Speech!" She heard the crowd chanting relentlessly, and she soon found herself walking onto the platform and staring into the faces of the townspeople who were looking eagerly at her. She looked at Bashuk. Bashuk smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Vvadenfell swallowed and began.
"It is an honor to have the knights of this great imperial town accept me among them. I must say that I accept this with great anticipation." She broke off. Her words were spoken half heartedly, as her mind was still filled with the vision of Azura.
She stepped off of the platform and re-joined her friend at the banquet table. As the feast began she soon realized that this food looked different than it had before it had been set on the table. She saw her friend Nedhalas shift his eyes nervously.
"Stop!" She shouted, standing up. "This food's been poisoned!"
Everyone seemed to listen to her except for one man. He bit deeply into a piece of scuttle and everyone watched as strange changes began happening to him too gruesome to describe here.
"Well!" the govornor said, standing up from his spot at the end of the table. "Let us all thank Vvardenfell for saving us twice in one day!" Vvardenfell, however, did not feel like accepting another reward, and soon the chief if Knights was ready for her Knighting ceremony.
They brought Vvardenfell up onto the platform once more, had her say her oaths, and used a sword called "Sparkscythe" to knight her. As soon as they announced that they had finished the ceremony Vvardenfell burst off of the platform, running into her home with tears streaming from her eyes. A bolt of lightning flashed, and it began to rain, leaving everyone to soak in confusion.
A/n: Within the next few chapters there's going to be a wild plot change, so don't get ticked when you read them, hey, I warned you ahead of time!